Here you will find the Poem Madonna of poet Alfred Austin
Let me, calm face, remain For ever in these sweet sequestered nooks, Remote from pain, Where leafy laurustinus overlooks The blue abounding main. Ne'er will I crave, I vow, Your loveliness despite, that we may stand More nigh than now; You, with the fresh-plucked roses in your hand, And I with inclined brow. With air, and sea, and sky, And penetrative music on the beach, All that is high, And far, and holy, and beyond our reach, I you identify. Then, lady, let me stay, Here where no storm nor surge of discontent Can find its way; Hearkening your holy admonitions, blent With murmurs from the bay.